Wasn't it right to know the Origin?
for I was quite anxious to know
Were we alone in the show?
yet prayed for the same.
The mild tone I scented,
was a musical note for eternity.
gestures were all around,
making sense of all.
I would cross my legs or cross my hands; all for a moment.
Known was nothing as
nothing was to be known.
It was sweet, dreaming about it is more sweeter.
Not an 'Old flame', so I am glad.